Blue Lock: They All Call Me the Demon King of the Field

"I came here to find pleasure, to become stronger, not to play role-playing games on this field with a bunch of trash who don't even know how to kick a ball," Ryu said calmly.

"Everyone has dreams, including you and including me."

"As for why I didn't participate in the national team qualifiers, it's because I knew the gap between myself and those monsters."

"I'm very weak… so weak that in the hands of some players, I'm just a decent toy." Saying this, Ryu grinned, continuing indifferently, "Isagi, in this world, there are always people stronger than you, and there's always a higher heaven. If you can't even feel the gap, perhaps… you don't even have the qualifications to step onto that field!"

"Therefore, only by becoming stronger can you glimpse the figures of those monsters."

"Let me give you another saying: being a genius is merely the threshold to meet those monsters…."

Isagi's pupils constricted slightly, and his blood seemed to be flowing backward due to these words. He murmured, "Is being a genius just a ticket?"

"Then… am I a genius?"

Since he came here, he has experienced countless setbacks. He had seen the strength of everyone, yet a monster as strong as Ryu would actually say he was weak…

What about himself?

Just a slime among monsters?

When Isagi came back to his senses, he realized that Ryu, who had just been lying next to him, had already stood up and gone back to training. He looked at Ryu's back and softly muttered, "Thank you."

.....

As the training period of several days concluded.

Team Z's second match was about to begin.

In the lounge.

Everyone was still deliberating over the tactics for the upcoming match.

"Are you even listening?" Kuyon looked at Bachira somewhat helplessly. "I… Ugh… never mind. Why don't you just sleep?"

"Anyway, when the match starts tomorrow, you'll understand where your position is."

Bachira tilted his head. "I know, right?"

"I just wanted to ask, are we really going to distribute positions in this way for the next match?"

"I think the focus should be on players who can score goals."

"Instead of wasting time on position changes…"

At this moment, Isagi interjected, "This is to better showcase our weapons, and it can also increase our cooperation and goal-scoring ability…"

"Position changes are just a process, and they also allow everyone to enjoy the treatment of a forward."

"I think it's pretty good…"

Bachira looked at Ryu. "Ryu, what do you think?"

"I don't care…" Ryu shrugged. The so-called tactics were like the rotation mechanism in volleyball, where everyone could potentially stand in the forward position.

This could satisfy everyone and maximize the display of their weapons.

But it also had a fatal flaw.

For example, Ryu could clearly crush the opponents with his strength, but he was assigned to defense in the back.

If it were during a match, the coach would probably be cursing.

Upon hearing Ryu say those words, Kuyon's body stiffened noticeably. He understood this guy's unreasonableness too well. If he wasn't willing to use this tactic, the entire team would likely fall into chaos again.

And everyone else also looked at Ryu.

It was hard to believe this guy was actually starting to think for the team.

Ryu looked at everyone. "Don't worry, I'm quite interested in this tactic… As long as there isn't a situation like the first match where everyone is scrambling for the ball, I'll play my part obediently."

"Of course, provided you don't cause any trouble for me."

His crimson gaze seemed to carry a faint hint of killing intent.

The little monk instinctively swallowed his saliva. He could already imagine that if he snatched the ball like in the previous match, Ryu would probably kill him….

Kuyon said, "Then let's do it this way. The tactical distribution will be as before."

"One rotation for every goal scored."

"Including goals scored by the opponent."

...

Until the match officially began the next day.

Team Y versus Team Z.

The players from both teams met on the field…

The Little Monk rubbed his hands together, grinning. "I thought we were playing against the Team V?"

"I didn't expect to play against this team that was shut out… It seems we're sure to win!"

"That's not necessarily true…" Isagi's eyes were fixed on the opposing players. "The first match was just a process from zero to one. Now, whether it's the losing team or the winning team, they are all teams that have undergone transformation."

"Their strength and team cooperation definitely won't be as chaotic as in the first match."

Ryu smiled. "It seems you watched a lot of videotapes last night, Isagi…."

Isagi nodded, stroking his chin. "This team was crushed by the V Team. In the early stages, they were basically scrambling for the ball like us, but then they started to unite."

"If there wasn't enough time, they could have scored at least one goal."

"So the current Team Y might not be the same as what we saw on the videotape…"

"And most importantly, the current Team Y is already on the edge of a cliff. If they lose this match, it means they enter the elimination group."

"They are now a wounded beast."

"And also at their strongest in terms of combat power."

Ryu also shifted his gaze to Niko, who was quietly blending into the crowd. As someone who understood everything, he naturally knew the most effective way to deal with this team.

But he couldn't say it out loud.

As for how to enjoy this match, he had already thought about what to do next.

"Do you remember what I said before?"

"In this match, you are my support!"

Isagi nodded. He would not break his word.

Bachira seemed to hear the two of them whispering something and leaned in to ask, "Ryu, what are you two talking about? Can I join in?"

Ryu rolled his eyes at him.

Kuyon then stepped forward. "We need to pay attention to their number nine, Okawa Hibiki. His shooting technique is very strong, and he was also the top scorer in the Kumamoto Prefecture Tournament."

"We need to try our best not to let him get the ball."

"This will greatly increase our chances of winning."

The Little Monk looked surprised. "Huh? You even researched this?"

Kuyon smiled. "Before the match starts, you have to do your homework. Otherwise, if you go onto the field without even knowing your opponent's information, what's there to talk about playing football?"

The little monk unconsciously clapped. "As expected of you."

The others, however, were somewhat speechless at these two guys. Couldn't they speak a little quieter?

Were they afraid the opponents wouldn't hear them?

However, the opponents were also staring intently at them at this moment….